And she was trying to beLady Ann in every way. "I am Lady Ann and I should act like her," she said, and as soon as shedid so she felt her guilt ebb a ...ittle. "I am Lady Ann. That girl was caught tampering with my property. Shedeserved to be fired." She felt more and more relaxed - less concerned for the girl'spredicament. "I am Lady Ann. She was only a servant. She doesn't matter. She'llprobably find something else. And if she doesn't then what does itmatter?" She smiled at her reflection,. And I enter the chamber. Today, it's bare. White, blond wood. Diaphanous drapes billow in the breeze. Sunlight floods it. A sensuous tropical smell of sandalwood and musk pervades. At the far end of the room is an object I've never seen before. A wooden St. Andrew's cross six feet high, the bars in the shape of the letter X. You lithely slip into the room behind me. The door clicks shut. Excluding the outside world. Now, it's just you, and I. After a pause precisely long enough for me to form. When during our chat I mentioned a keen interest in computers, they said I should go and have a look at the hosts set up in the library. I protested that he wouldn't want anyone messing with his PC when one of the men, Ted, shouted over to an older, very distinguished looking man. 'Hey Bob! Can we go look at your computer?''Certainly! If you want to have a play on it, the password is written under the mouse mat.''There you go!' Said Ted. 'Told you it would be ok!'So the three of us traipsed off. My name is James Maitland Dixon, I am a 35 year old owner of a construction company and my wife is Trudy Dixon, a fiery 32 year old redhead.There is some background here to share. She is a stay-at-home wife and we have no children. I am quite well covered from her infidelity by a pre-nuptial and honestly, I cannot find any reason for her to cheat. I am fantastic in bed, a very attentive husband, good provider and I treat her family well. In fact, I just paid for her father's hip replacement and.